The moment he entered, his vision turned into a white haze, and his divine sense could not reach far. Lin Xuan naturally slowed his pace.
That cultivator surnamed Fang had vanished without a trace, and Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
A trace of doubt rose in his heart.
Could he be planning to turn on him this quickly?
Considering the fellow's abnormal behavior, it was entirely possible. But why would he choose an environment like this? Could it be... that the other party had actually cultivated some rare spirit-eye type spell, allowing him to remain unaffected by the clouds and mist?
Though it was only a guess, Lin Xuan naturally did not dare be careless. He hurriedly activated the Nine Heavens Spirit Shield, while several talismans were already pinched in the palm of his left hand. At a critical moment, these things were far more useful than magic treasures.
Yue'er also widened her beautiful eyes. Though the little girl's cultivation was much lower, in a situation like this, one more person was always good.
Fortunately, aside from restricting divine sense, the cloud and mist had no other oddities. Even so, Lin Xuan still did not dare lower his guard. To avoid being ambushed, even his escape light became extremely dim.
In the blink of an eye, nearly half an hour passed.
Lin Xuan drew in his escape light and landed. Though the surroundings were filled with cloud and mist, with his astonishing divine sense, he could still barely sense the area clearly. This was a valley, rather broad, with a stream cutting through the middle.
On the other side of the valley, the clouds and mist grew even thicker, with faint traces of demonic energy within. Lin Xuan naturally would not rashly enter it.
Supporting his jaw with one hand,